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(20 minute poetry) The elves are convening a meeting to decide on the wording of this year's Christmas greeting Merry's so passé and not very classy Happy is no longer apt humbug's a slam dunk and matches the krap junk they'll sell in the shops. The voting stops when Claus comes in and ain't he looking very thin? but everyone has to tighten their belts even the reindeer have got cheaper pelts so Humbug it is then no merry gentlemen just lords a leaping keeping the aristocracy fit. Meanwhile the Pound shop's sold out of pounds dogs roaming wild as Mary's boy child sleeps rough in a doorway on Christmas Day in the yawning chasm.
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Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
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(20 minute poetry) The elves are convening a meeting to decide on the wording of this year's Christmas greeting Merry's so passé and not very classy Happy is no longer apt humbug's a slam dunk and matches the krap junk they'll sell in the shops. The voting stops when Claus comes in and ain't he looking very thin? but everyone has to tighten their belts even the reindeer have got cheaper pelts so Humbug it is then no merry gentlemen just lords a leaping keeping the aristocracy fit. Meanwhile the Pound shop's sold out of pounds dogs roaming wild as Mary's boy child sleeps rough in a doorway on Christmas Day in the yawning chasm.
john-edward-smallshaw
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Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 1:58 AM UTC
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